Sometimes, like now, I would like to be seen. It's sad knowing that, it doesn't matter how much do you love your human, or how much do you take care of her/him... but this amazing gift won't be never return to you.

I'm not saying it's unfair, just that some days all seems more dull for you. But you just have one one job: help and protect; no metter if it rains, no matter if you are not happyor if you wanted to be somewhere else. You have to help. An amazing job ends being your hell, and that hell is unseen, invisible to those who are not with you, who can't see you, who don't even know that you exist.

But I exist... right? All the good things I have done, not for me but for the one I love, the one who I take care of since her/his birth, just to see that her soul it's on her body, and if not, to gide her to the heaven.

Sometimes I would like to sitdown and see how would be if someone looked after me. Maybe, as humans do, I wouldn't apriciated, I would'nt even noticed that someone behind me is holding all the weigh of the univers just to let breath my only, single, little person.